Shuhua sees her everyday. 

There’s something about her that just… makes Shuhua’s heart stop. Maybe it’s the plump ruby red lips. Or the piercing gaze. The beauty mark just beneath her eye? Maybe it’s the hair. The hair - long, dark and lush - definitely doesn’t help. 

“Dude, just talk to her.” Yuqi says, chin propped on her open palm and fed up with the speechless ogling. “You’re drooling.”

“You’re drooling,” she retorts but swipes at the corner of . Just in case. 

“It’s crusty.”

“You’re just jealous.” There is confidence in her voice. One that doesn't mirror the feeling in her chest when she sees a glimpse of that hair or that tongue darting out to wet those lips or…

“That I can keep my chill? Whatever helps you sleep at night, bro.”